21st ILLUSION ||ROKUDO MUKURO|| [VIDEO/INPERSON]

[pineapple_fairy]

[The feed comes on to the pineapple back of Mukuro's head. He appears to just be leisurely sitting outside, occasionally the flipping of pages can be heard. It isn't until he leans back that he notices the device on. He takes it, smiling pleasantly at the screen. Both eyes blue, and simply in his t-shirt and pants. His coat, gloves, and shoes discarded off to the side in favor of enjoying the nice day.]

I beg your pardons, but has anyone besides myself got the feeling that they have forgotten something? Perhaps it's simply my imagination.

[He gives a little nonchalant shrug]

I thank you for your time.

[and he cuts the feed]

Comments

[pineapple_fairy]

Notebooks,how very clever. Here I thought committing everything to memory was a more ideal choice. A pity I was wrong or I might be as well informed as you.

[Though he still didn't intend to take any notes. However unlike before when he refused out of paranoid precaution, now it was more because he didn't feel he cared enough about what was around him. e had gotten enough of the Author's pattern to do a vague prediction of how tumultuous an upcoming plot would be. It was all still guesswork obviously, but he was good with generalizing.]

I suppose you know a fair bit about myself then?

[He continues to smile, though he had no intention of pushing what he knew. He had gotten enough from Mikami to come to he conclusion that he didn't want to know.]

[stalking_horse]

Detective force of habit; detailed records get to be a necessity, particularly when not everyone involved is paying as close attention as you are. [As much as what he'd managed to pick out of his own background felt alien to him, the habits were still in place, the casefiles under the bed and criminology books... even though it felt a little like a side hobby more than a main job.]

[And between what he remembered of some plots and some of his notes on Mukuro...he shrugged, leaning back to lay on the grass.]

A fair bit, at least what had been said around me and what few things I could figure out myself. Not sure how much you'd want to know, right now; things will go back to whatever passes for normal by the end of this week... and honestly, I started skipping notes related to myself, in favor of getting a break from it.

[pineapple_fairy]

I know enough.

[The sentence came out dry and curt, much more so than he would usually allow. Aware of that fact and in an effort to divert attention away, he moves on with the subject.]

It seems we are of a like mind then, aren't we? At first I found this week rather dull and thought the little mystery would be an amusing source of entertainment. Now I believe I will simply enjoy the doldrum of the week.

[stalking_horse]

[...Just from what he remembers from plots - it's enough for a pang of worry, and as much as he'd love to try to help, there's not much he could do ... and considering the situation... ]

Certainly nothing wrong with taking a break; I'd say we've both earned it.

And the peace is rather pleasant, really.

[pineapple_fairy]

Mm.

[Was the only response he gave to Saguru's statements. He agreed, but at the same time was no longer capable of getting that break. His fate looming over him ominously, threatening to drive him mad. He knew he would be spending the week dreading the end of the plot and wondering if every train of thought and every instinctive reaction was brought about by some sort of garish past involving his eye.]

In the end it will simply be a frivolous matter though. I will return to how I originally was, as will you and in hindsight this 'break' will mean nothing.

[It was odd how such a morbid and bitter feeling came so natural. He did not think that he, as he was now, was fond of the person he would become by plots end should this sort of bitterness toward the world be a recurring familiarity.]

[stalking_horse]

[And for Saguru, this is a moment of him realizing how disturbingly reflexive breezing past and wallpapering over certain things is - because as much as he's been able to function normally, he can't really say that he hasn't had his pending mortality and what he did read of his own situation looming in the back of his mind; some of that usual habitual poise drains out of his shoulders.]

At least... we'll remember it - it might not have a huge effect, but it's something. [And between his pending mortality and what he knows of Mukuro's history ... ] I'm not sure what to call it, getting some kind of outsider's perspective on your own life. [That comment does have a sidelong glance.]

I suppose it's a disturbing statement, that it's such an easy habit for me to try to act like nothing's wrong, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried about you as well.

[pineapple_fairy]

I thank you for your concern.

[And for once it's a genuine statement.]

It is strange at how this plot seems to be working. For me a find bitter cynicism to come most naturally, I fear that I may be an old man before my time.

[He chuckles a bit, making an honest joke in light of his own bleak predicament. Only mildly ignorant his he would receive the comment when his memories return.]

[stalking_horse]

Judging from my notes and my own reflexes, you wouldn't be alone in that. Maybe we should find a pair of rockers and canes to bang at the stupid kids before this wears off.

[Yep. Mostly deadpanned.]

[pineapple_fairy]

[Oh-ho? Two can play at that game. Mukuro easily slips into that calm but superficial smile he usually wore while his memories were intact to feign normalcy, only mildly startled at how easily acting came to him.]

Yes, I do believe it would be a terrible shame if they should ruin the lawn, would it not?